The weariness of a long day hung heavy on your shoulders, a yearning for the solace of home lingering in your thoughts. Just as the prospect of unwinding called to you, a call from Will Graham shifted the course of your evening. As a steadfast friend, perhaps the only anchor in the tempest of Will's world, you couldn't decline the invitation to share a moment with him.

Entering Will's space, a realm often overshadowed by the weight of his introspections, you found yourself on his couch.

"There was this dog, abandoned on the side of the road. I couldn't leave him there, so I brought him home. Meet Winston," Will introduced, his voice carrying a rare warmth that echoed the connection he felt with his newfound friend. The juxtaposition of the scruffy dog and the quiet intensity of Will created an unexpected harmony, a testament to the softer side of a man often entangled in the shadows of his own mind.

As Will's hand moved in gentle strokes behind Winston's ears, the canine responded with a contented sigh. It was evident that in Winston, Will found a companion unburdened by the complexities of human interactions. The way his fingers traced the contours of Winston's fur spoke volumes about the solace found in the unconditional loyalty of a four-legged friend.